Lost In Hamburg Part 2

So carrying on from roughly where I left off. I walked through the gypsy fun fair, well the remains of it. The last time I was here it was in full summer swing and had a far different effect, as it was I hurried to the end of it clutching my beer and lighting a cigarette. By this point I was blaming my past self for not finding out where to go and as per usual not bringing my phone. so I walked on to the only places I recognised which were few. The only thing I could think about was that I was fucked if I didn’t find the place. So I drank even more and just went on with the journey reassuring myself that I will find it and I do actually know where it is it will all click when I come to the street.  Let me just tell you now that this does not happen hence the title of the story. By this point it was now getting close to 11:30 so I started the good old wander down random streets to see if I recognised anything. I remembered walking near a American apparel and an apple store yet as I was to find out they were no where near my final destination. So I carry on and start to  ask people I see if they can make sense of my scrambled idea of where I should be going. By this point I am on the way to becoming very drunk so the next group of people I find I ask if I can hang out with them and they are more than happy to take me under their wing.

So we go straight to the nearest bar and get some shots, we start with a mexicana which is a shot commonly drank in Hamburg its basically a blood Mary but in a shot glass. We then went on to have vodka with sherbet which was just great, when it comes to about 1. I realise two things I have been pick pocketed and I still haven’t found out where I am meant to be staying. So instead of doing anything about it I just run down a street unti l I find some more people. Then hang out with them which becomes weird even for me being drunk first of all we  buy some drinks which is obviously normal but then we go to each members flat and sing happy birthday to there sleeping flat mates. Which I soon realised by doing this it automatically means I cant stay in any of these peoples flats. Also I got the name of the poor little lost English boy.